In the desert camp,
"Uncle Blais!"
Duke hurriedly ran to the campfire in the middle of the camp and shouted to Blais.
Blais was discussing things with other members of the merchant caravan. He frowned when he saw Duke.
Duke's behavior was a bit reckless. Didn't he see that he was busy?
Blais wanted to scold him a few words, but he held back, preparing to listen to what Duke had to say.
After all, Duke had always been sensible before, it shouldn't be like this.
What happened?
"What's wrong?"
Blais put down the wooden bowl in his hand and stood up.
"Just now, Lord Lis said that there are sand worms infiltrating, he told us to be cautious."
"What, sand worms?!"
Blais's face changed, he hurriedly confirmed:
"Was it Mr. Lis who said that?"
"Yes, I just went to see him, and he told me."
Duke nodded quickly, affirming.
"This is troublesome."
Blais frowned, and the people around him also looked quite grim.
